Writings

08/23/2019

gone. suffocated.
stuck alone in partition.
and so I wander;
aimless along distant roads.

done. abdicated
of life and wishful thinking.
and yet I wonder:
what else is there left to unfold?

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<< TO 八月の物語

08/22/2019

‘We rise by lifting others.’
-(Robert Ingersoll)

—

through all the sprints we had to grind
even in grueling over-times.
amidst all the clients’ change of minds, we
made it all through the deadlines.

sometimes there’s loss in motivation and
petty miscommunications…
in heated pressure, with all distinctions,
regrouping has always been our salvation
I trust that whenever faced with damnation
there’s always this team that I could rely on.

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08/21/2019

‘For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.’
(Vincent van Gogh)

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I’ve not a clue of what the future holds
nor have I any knowledge of the morrows
For I am but a mere scribbler of rhymes;
a wandering, flockless little sparrow…

But as I gaze through the wondrous display
of cosmic splendor on mazarine skies
My soul shatters in stellar innocence
whispering whatever my pen cannot write.

So rage…rage, my slumbering spirit.
Let loose all wishes and silent desires.
Let known all those that for long have been hidden
those that no poetry can ever disguise.

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<< TO 八月の物語

08/20/2019

Falling forever
I’m falling too deep
Falling way faster
I’m falling too steep

Drifting endless
I’m drifting to sleep
Drifting to pieces
with nothing to keep

Lost in flight
I’m losing to gravity
Lost all might
I’m losing all sanity

Yearning for earth
I yearn for the ground
Yearning rebirth
I yearn to be found

…in my golden fury,
end me.

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<< TO 八月の物語

08/19/2019

How careless of me
to not’ve noticed you
sneaking your way in

How thoughtless of me
to not’ve checked if I’ve
left my doors wide open

How clueless of me
to not’ve realized how
I may have been eagerly waiting

How hopeless of me
to even think that you’d stay
when you’re obviously leaving

…and now I sit here,
locked up. shaken.

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<< TO 八月の物語

08/18/2019

for all the times
you saw through me;
my silent tears
no one else can see.
those secret moments-
playful stares.
those little secrets,
and naughty dares.

there’s not a word,
no signal calls;
a nudge, a wink
and you knew it all.
those weary sighs
you turned to smiles.
the puffy eyes
you helped minimize…

I could never dare
to ask for more
for you are beyond
what I could ask for
my precious keeper,
angel incarnate;
my true believer
my soulmate…

and even though
we’re miles apart
yours will always be
the soul closest to my heart.

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<< TO 八月の物語

08/17/2019

One step, two turns
Three beats behind rhythm
Four taps, unlearn
Five laps to outrun ’em

Loud, unending
the voices go on
devious, unyielding
coaxing: “come on”

I’m caught, I’m stuck
in old premonition
same death, same track
endless resurrection

Yet I kept running
and I run some more
but the road kept leading
to where I was before

I’m losing strength
and they’re closing in
I cry…I beg…
“Give me an ending”

One step, two turns
Three beats behind rhythm
Four taps, unlearn
Five laps to outrun ’em

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<< TO 八月の物語

08/16/2019

you lit me up
with blazing love
and extinguished me
with cold goodbyes

with ashen heart
I kept you warm
but you left
and I paid the price

and so my dear,
I lie here grieving
on scattered ashes
of our dying love

I’ll burn once more
in glorious splendor
but this time
I’ll rise above

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<< TO 八月の物語

08/15/2019

A fervent mess
of cold emotions
An ocean -calm-
of wild distortions
A galaxy -dead-
in blazing embers
An empty soul
filled with splendor

I’d be hell and heaven
-sacred, unholy…
in all lucid confusion
write me my story.

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<< TO 八月の物語

08/14/2019

‘Why do you write like you’re running out of time?’
(Hamilton the musical)

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Life is so short
and chances are silly
One moment it’s there
The next it’s empty

Creeping past the hours
Lurking through the daylights
Watching you from corners
Awaiting your demise

Death is terrifying
but not nearly as much
as being totally forgotten
the moment you lose touch

And so I pick up my pen
And scribble through whatever
Hoping that I’d leave behind
Something someone would remember.

I’m running out of time.
And I’m just trying to outrun it.
And there isn’t a finish line.
…or am I about to find it?

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